Naomi, GWRP

Name: Naomi
Age: 22
Appearance: TL;DR lithe but athletic build, black pleated hair, 5'6"
	Naomi is pretty, and was clearly once a dancer. She keeps a rather stoic front up when she can, and her dark blue eyes hide an air of damage and sadness. Her hair goes down to her mid-back, but she regularly keeps it pleated and out of her face.
	Her outfits are usually pretty simple, dark wash jeans, tucked into a pair of work boots, a plain colored tanktop, and a blue plaid shirt either layered over that or tied around her waist.
	Tattooed across her left shoulder is simply the word, "Sisterhood."
Personality: TL;DR determined, focused, resilient, quiet, easily duped
Incarnation of: Medusa
	Medusa is a beautiful, pale young woman. However, when emotional, her face tears away and is replaced by a haggard visage, her skin becomes scaly, and her hair weaves itself into venomous snakes.
Soul Weapon: Longbow

Ability Scores:
	Strength: 		0
	Speed: 			2
	Resistance: 	0
	Spirit: 		1
	Willpower: 		2

Background
	Naomi was a dancer in her youth, and very talented. She trained primarily in ballet, and by the time she was 17 she was invited to join several prestigious, though highly selective companies.
	However, while touring the country with her family when she was about to turn 18, they were caught in a feud between two rival gang leaders. Her parents were both fatally wounded, and Naomi's legs were crushed underneath a large wooden beam. By the time the firefight had ended, only one gang was still alive. They found Naomi, took her captive, and forced her into prostitution.
	She worked alongside a dozen other girls for two years, constantly on the edge of terror. She would wake up sweating, her dreams were haunted. A woman with a beautiful, pale face sat on the steps to an altar, deflowered and bloody. Her face was cast towards the stone steps, and she was surrounded by a whole gang of vicious men. This woman lifted her face, and her beauty was torn away, leaving a scaly, withered thing that hissed and spit, its hair twisting outwards like weapons to attack the men.
	She would always awake before she could finish the dream, but it was constantly in the back of her mind, haunting her waking hours and plaguing her dreaming.
	It wasn't until a huge drug bust that Naomi would get her freedom back. Her pimp and several of his right hand men were apprehended, several more shot, and one escaped. The police freed Naomi and the other women, sending them to rehab and to their relatives.
	With her parents dead, her pimp arrested, and her dreams of dance torn away from her, Naomi's only option was to find refuge with two other girls who were in very similar situations, a butch lesbian named Eli, and a rather fragile teenager named Delilah.
	They moved as far from the city as they could, to Eli's home town: Grace Point, Virginia. They found jobs at local stores, and lived together in a small fixer upper, as a sort of pseudo-family. They fixed the house, bought an old 1990 Camaro, fixed it up, and have began making a new name for themselves in Virginia.

	She works at a small, mom and pop diner weekday nights.